The Purple Patch - Missouri Valley College

passed two bodies just then, a pair dressed in metallic clothing with
long guns at their sides.
“You know what” Flit said, “They won’t be using these.”
She picked up their guns and handed me the larger one. I
aimed it at the other side of the mall and shot; a red laser came out
and burned a hole in the wall.
vision.
“Oh my God!” I exclaimed, as a bright light penetrated our
“Hey!” I shouted, “Stop that!” The light kept shining.
“Bitch, don’t make me ask you again!” I thought my last
request had made it clear, but apparently not. I aimed my gun at the
light and shot, and after a few, a voice cried out.
“Ok, I get it! The light is oof!” The voice was tiny, squeaky and
minute with a hint of Swedish mixed in. The light shut off, and a person
slightly larger than a midget came out. She wore the traditional
dress of a yodeler, with the short petticoat, lederhosen and all. Her
hair was piled in a mess of braids on her head. She carried a bloody
meat cleaver, probably a salvaged weapon from another team.
“Hello” Flit asked, “I’m Flit, and this is Baba, we come in
peace” Her brows furrowed in a question.
“Eem Leda,” the girl replied, “My pardnur wus murder in ze
last killing.”
“How was he killed” I asked.
her.
“Bludgeon to death.” She began to cry. I ran up and embraced
“It’s ok, I’m here,” I told her.
Thirty minutes later; I had a totally different outlook on
things. Leda had explained to us the rules of this place; which had
been almost undecipherable with her drastic accent. Every hour, we
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